The winter landscape of ice and cold and gray skies can mirror our own thoughts and emotions. We can wallow in the cold, complain at the deep chill, bemoan the grayness and bleakness of the long winter days.
But we cannot abide there long. We are children of the Light. Inside us glows the life giving Spirit, warmer than sub-zero temperatures, brighter than dark stormy blizzard skies, and unquenchable.
Today I will let your Spirit shine through my life. I will love as You love, I will do my best to be a bringer of Light to my world.
"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8: 12
Fill me with your Light!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
If you have lived at all, you have known failure, loss, and disappointment. You have felt the sting of hopes broken, and dreams dashed upon the rocks of sin and missed opportunities.
If it were not for the grace so freely given, the mercy and salvation of our loving and forgiving God, no growth could happen. If not for Him there would be no hope, but....there is hope in Jesus Christ, and forgiveness, and mercy, and love.
Fill us up, Father God. Create new and pure hearts within us. Thanks be to God. Amen.
If it were not for the grace so freely given, the mercy and salvation of our loving and forgiving God, no growth could happen. If not for Him there would be no hope, but....there is hope in Jesus Christ, and forgiveness, and mercy, and love.
Fill us up, Father God. Create new and pure hearts within us. Thanks be to God. Amen.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
When I was a little girl, my great-grandmother thought I could play the piano. She loved to call out her favorite hymns and warble along while I plunked them out on the old upright dinosaur that graced the "parlor" of my grandma's house. She would sit and rock herself back and forth to the rhythm of the old familiar tunes and I would sweat bullets and bite my lip and try not to disappoint her too much. She rarely complained, and seemed to enjoy the company. Sometimes she would tell me how much better I sounded than the last time...God bless her.
Women who were born shortly after the end of the Civil war, as she was, usually had few options. Pretty much they had to marry, and she did, twice. Her first husband died while out west panning for gold. She was brokenhearted, but soon married a widower who had a parcel of children of his own. My grandmother was the oldest girl of that second marriage.
My great-grandma was a midwife, and she had played the piano and organ in several small churches, so how she ever tolerated the discordant mess that I was filling the air with, I'll never know. My father lived with her in his late teens, and he often went along on her "deliveries" to keep the men folk occupied while she and the mama to be did the real work.
The really cool thing is, I'll see her again. I just wonder if she'll be rocking and singing along to her favorite hymns. I had better start practicing.
Women who were born shortly after the end of the Civil war, as she was, usually had few options. Pretty much they had to marry, and she did, twice. Her first husband died while out west panning for gold. She was brokenhearted, but soon married a widower who had a parcel of children of his own. My grandmother was the oldest girl of that second marriage.
My great-grandma was a midwife, and she had played the piano and organ in several small churches, so how she ever tolerated the discordant mess that I was filling the air with, I'll never know. My father lived with her in his late teens, and he often went along on her "deliveries" to keep the men folk occupied while she and the mama to be did the real work.
The really cool thing is, I'll see her again. I just wonder if she'll be rocking and singing along to her favorite hymns. I had better start practicing.
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